Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Wake to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Sandy B,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.